The faint illumination in the small bathroom created a romantic atmosphere; that romance she had been longing for for the past six months.  Since the divorce, she had been sleeping alone in the confinements of her single bedroom above the office.  It wasn't as if she didn't have any money, but with having to pay the private investigator, court bills, and Roger a large portion of what she alone had made, she was left with very little for the time being.  Fortunately, the business was on the up and up, pulling in more clients in the last half-month than it had it in it's last three and a half years.  
            She wrapped her fit body in a towel and rested one of the feminine legs on the toilet in order to apply lotion.  She was petite and in perfect shape.  Her chest sat perkily on her torso; her stomach was toned with defined abs.  Her legs, strong and muscular from 8 years of soccer through high school and college extended from curved hips. The doctors had repeatedly told her she had child-baring hips, but her short, agonizing three years of marriage had never put those hips to use.  
              Sighing, she wrapped a smaller towel around her thick mass of wavy brown hair.  The sun brought out light hints of blond, but damp, her hair looked almost black.  She looked at her flawless face in the mirror.  Dark eyes stared back, accompanied by long, curling eyelashes.  She was much younger looking than 28 without make-up, but in the same aspect, she was mature looking.  She carried her head high wherever she ventured and omitted an almost pungent sense of pride and respect for herself and the person that she had strived so hard to become.  
            Stepping out of the bathroom into the empty, dimly lit hallway of the five-story building, Ronda smiled gently.  She had done well this far in life.  Out of college she had started a small business of importing jewels and fashions from the top-selling companies:  Milan, Paris, England, and even Jamaica and the Bahamas.  At first she had doubted if it was going to get off the ground and go anywhere.  In the first month she had racked in barely enough to live on, but within the next three she was living comfortably and was on the brink of expanding.  From that point on, she had been living the life she had always desired to live.

            She sat down in the over-stuffed office chair with her steaming bowl of soup.  She grabbed the remote from the side-table and clicked the television on.  Within the first six bites of the soup, there was a faint knock on the foggy glass door that led to her office.  She looked at the wall clock.  Both hands rested on the one.  She questioned to herself who was at the office at one o'clock in the morning, and more so, why they were bothering her.  
            She placed the bowl on the end table, tightened the tie around her fuzzy blue bathrobe, and shuffled over to the door.  She opened it frustrated and looked at the visitor surprisingly.
              "Um...hi," she said casually although her stomach was filling with a greenhouse of butterflies.  
            He had worked for "Ella Bella's Jewels" for the last year or so.  He was three years younger than she was, but it didn't matter.  His high cheekbones and firm jaw line made him appear much older, and much more mature than most of the 25 year old boys at the office.  He was only a few inches taller than she was, but his muscular frame seemed to heighten him.  His brown hair was kept short, and often gelled up, back, or to the side.  Personally, she liked it dry, with the just-rolled-out-of-bed-after-making-love-all-night-long look.  
            "Hey.  What are you doing here?" he inquired, his dark green eyes drifting up and down her bath ware covered body.
            "They're painting my house this weekend, and asked me not to be there.  So, I figured that here was better than anywhere else.  Plus, I had a lot of inventory and what not to finish.  Now, what are you doing here?"
            "Couldn't sleep."
            She smiled at him gently and stepped aside.  "Would you like to come in?"
            He smiled back and stepped inside the large, overly furnished office.  He acknowledged the colding bowl on the table and turned around as she was closing the door. "I didn't mean to bother you.  I'll just go.  I--"
            "No, no.  Don't worry about it, I was almost done anyways," she lied.  "C'mon in, have a seat."
              "Thanks," he said, selecting the love seat across from the chair that she was seating herself in.
            The two talked for almost two hours while she sipped margaritas and he drank cold beers from the company freezer.  About four-thirty, he stood and excused himself.  "I should probably get going," he said as he started towards the door.
            She followed.  "A…are you sure?  I mean, it's kind of late to be, well, early--it's kind of early to be driving home, only to have to return in a few hours as it is.  I can pull the couch bed out and you can just sleep here tonight.  Besides, you've been drinking.  I wouldn't want you to get pulled over or anything like that."
            He looked at her for a moment, then smiled and shrugged his shoulders surrendering.  "All right, if you insist," he replied.  
            She smiled at him and stepped up to him, undoing his tie gradually.  She looked up at him and half-smiled, her hands trembling slightly.  Inside, she longed for him.             Inside, he longed for her.  Secretly, they had both watched each other out of the corner of their eyes.  They went their separate ways at night, desiring deep down inside that they were going home with the other.  Now, behind the closed magenta curtains that covered the sleeping, illuminated city, the possibility of fulfilling that lingering desire caused their hearts to race.
            As she removed the loosened tie from around his neck, his strong hands ran down her slender arms, down her sides, and rested on her hips.  She dropped the necktie on the ground and watched his hands undo the thick bow of her robe.  The flaps fell open slightly, hiding her feminine parts, but revealing her firm stomach.  She reached behind him and turned off the large, overhead light.  All that lit the large room were two small scones on each side of the door, one floor lamp by the sofa bed, and a reading lap that sat on the large mahogany in the corner.  
              Exhaling nervously, eyes connected romantically with his, she dropped her robe onto the floor unhurriedly.  He swallowed the bulky lump that had formed in his throat and eyed her perfect body.  Her nipples hardened against the chilly air that seemed to envelope them.  
              "Wow..." he whispered quietly.  She covered her chest with her arms and looked at him sternly.
              "What?" she asked confused.
            He removed her arm and smiled at her.  "Nothing.  You're just beautiful," he whispered as he pulled her close and kissed her lips strongly.  At first, her body froze, unused to the sudden granting of her darkest fantasy.  Then, her lips memorized the pattern of his, and she warmed up to his tender kisses.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her.  
            As their lips remained wrapped in each other, his hands cupped her full chest; his thumbs rubbed her already firmed nipples.  She sighed gently as the feelings of his benevolent touch rushed over her body.  She went weak in the knees, but tightened her grip around his neck to catch herself.   Once she was able to stand on her own, she fumbled with his belt buckle, racing to undo it as if it were a matter of life and death.              After countless moments of anticipation, she pulled the belt out of its loops and tossed it into the pile of previously removed clothing.  She followed behind herself with unbuttoning his slacks and removing those as well.  
            As he continued to massage her swelling breast, she took his large, semi-hard, groin in her hands.  Nervously at first, she slid her hands up and down slowly, but as his breathing deepened and his member hardened, she augmented her infinitesimal touching into something much more.  As she taunted his cock, his hand glided over her flat stomach to her most sacred area.  He touched her softly between her legs, causing her to shiver.  It had been so long since she had any sexual encounters...anywhere, and the almost non-existent contact that he was submitting to her already stimulated body were driving her absolutely crazy.
            As their hands discovered what each other’s genitals enjoyed, their breathing intensified, shortened, and eventually turned to almost angry-like grunts and moans.              She would bite his bottom lip involuntarily as he would speed up the much-desired torture on her pulsating clit.  He would slide two of his thick fingers deep inside of her each time she sped up on his hard penis.  Finally, the desire to feel themselves completely encased in the other took over.
            He sat her on the edge of the desk and kissed her neck gingerly.  She cooed, her fingertips dancing between his toned shoulder blades.  She took him in her hands again and guided him inside of her deliberately, moaning the whole measure of his continuous journey.  She gripped the edge of the desk and leaned back sexily, pushing her pelvis forward.  He rested his hands on her thighs and looked at her before plowing his large manhood acutely into her.  She had always imagined he'd fuck her on the desk, but in her dreams it was during work, between lunch breaks.  Nonetheless, she was here, and he was here, and he was fucking her.
            His tool sashayed in and out of her deeply, yet gently at first.  She met his thrusts, a little harder, a little faster than what he was doing.  Finally, he matched her, and pounded her greedily.  Her moans of tenderness turned to screams of tortured sexual fulfillment.  Her body longed to cum, yet she didn't want it to end.  She sat up and pulled herself close to him as he continued to rock himself against her, his cock burrowing in and out of her steadily.  She felt it jerk inside of her, a sign that he was nearing the end.  
            He reached between her spread legs and massaged her clit quickly.  Their shadows danced around the office; shadowy fingers covered their warm, semi-wet bodies.    
            "Oh, god!" she whined, biting his neck gently.  "Yes, yes, yes..." she whispered in his ear as he continued to fix the hormonal imbalance that had taken over her body in the last half a year.  
              Minutes later, he came; he came strongly, loudly, and fully, with himself still buried deep inside of her throbbing vagina.  She came mere seconds after him, wrapping her strong legs around his hips.  Her body jerked a few times close to him as he continued to tease her rapidly pulsating clitoris.  
            "Oh my god..." she sighed as their bodies wound down together.  
  He smiled and kissed her, their heaving torsos pressed close.  "What do you say we go again?" he asked.
            She laughed as he picked her up off the desk and carried her into the dimly lit bathroom.  

            I was with my friends, you were with yours.  I spotted you as I was grinding against one of the many gay guys in the gay club. I hiked my skirt up a little more, revealing more of my oh-so-sexy fishnets.  We kept our eyes locked on each other the whole 5-minute song.  After the beat changed, I winked at you subtly; I wasn’t even sure if you saw it, and headed off into the ladies room.  
            While reapplying my black eyeliner and then natural tinted lip-gloss, the door open.   Out of the corner of my eye I saw you enter and lean your fit body against the ugly metal door.  I fingered away the excess lip-gloss and smiled gently at you.  You smiled back, gulped as I started towards you, the heels of my leather boots clicking against the cheaply tiled floor.  One handed rested above you, the other grabbed your head, pulling you to my lips forcefully.  
            You placed your hands on my full chest.  I pushed into you more, grinding my pelvis into yours.  We moaned into each other lustfully, sexually.... erotically.  From that point on it was a free for all.  We undressed each other fervidly, like a child with its gifts on Christmas morning.  
            There we were, standing in a vacant bathroom, completely unadorned except for my fishnets and your hat.  I stifled a laugh at the random obscenity of the whole situation; yet, the impious desire to feel every inch of you beneath my aroused body caused me to grab for you.  I kissed your neck gingerly as if you were made of fine china.  You sighed, giggled, and groaned as I nibbled you eagerly.  I continued my journey down your excited body, to your erect nipples.  I entered them both into my mouth at different times, treating each one equally, sucking them as if they were hard, juicy pieces of candy.             

 You ran your thin fingers through my thick hair as your breathing deepened.  Fuck if it didn't turn me on.  As I sucked your hard nips, my hand ran up and down the width of your long, slender legs.  Slowly…gently...carefully...I slip my finger between your shaved labia and toy with your clit.  You falter slightly, losing some sort of control over your knees.  I smile up at you and stand, kissing you strongly, my tongue seeking yours.
            As we kiss, as our lips confess dark desires, my finger continues to massage and caress your clit.  You moan, the sound escalating as the speed of my clitorus tortue persists.  I stop, smile at you, and take your hand, leading you to the sink.  Placing you on it, I kiss you slowly and spread your legs as wide as they will go.  I approach your most sacred area cautiously, the smell of pre-cum floating to my nose, causing my mouth to water with desire.  
            I follow the invisible path that my hand had taken almost moments ago.  I kiss your thighs, nudged the smoothness between your legs with my lips.  Your sweet juices cling to my lips; I lick them slowly, my tongue 'accidentally' hitting them.  You thrust your pelvis forward involuntarily and moan gently.  Unable to contain my hunger for you, I spread the dewed lips slowly and run my tongue up your hard clit leisurely.  An exotic grunt escapes from somewhere inside your petite body, which causes my tongue to work your clit even faster.  I suck on it, flick it, roll it between my lips, anything to taste you, anything to hear you moan, scream, grunt in pleasure.
            As I continue to bring your body to it's climatic high point, I slide two fingers deep inside of you.  Combined with the rhythm of my tongue, and the even gliding of my fingers deep inside of you, pressed against your g-spot, you start to ride my fingers, humping my face.  It drives me crazy, only making me more conscientious to make you cum, to feel every last drop of you filling my mouth, running down my sexually-ravenous throat.
            Within moments, with the combination of my tongue, the deep fucking of my fingers, and your passionate humping of my face, you scream loudly, your back arches, pushing you into me more.  Gripping the back of my head, I feel your vagina grip onto my fingers, holding them hostage.  In the next second, you cum, screaming loudly, riding my fingers again as the warm fluids run down my fingers, into my hand, and down my arm.  
            I lap at what is left with my tongue, licking around my still captive fingers until you release them.  Pulling them out slowly, I remove the liquid from them too, the saccharine taste even more pleasing than I imagined.  

I stand up and smile at you, wipe my mouth, and kiss you again.  We dress in the silence, in the unspoken words that have yet escaped from our mouths.  The scent of fresh sex clings to the eggshell white walls of the small restroom.  Grabbing a pen out of my purse, I scribble my number on your wrist then kiss you again.  With a wink and a smile, I slide out of the bathroom, melting into the sea of dancing bodies once again.

   He picked her up off the side of the road.  Normally, he was cautious about picking up random people, due to the stories he had heard of those good Samaritans who extended their car warmth to hitchhikers and, in result, ended up at the bottom of the local lakes, or in the city morgue.  She looked harmless enough though.  It may have been the cold rainwater cascading down on her barely-clothed body, or it may have been his Christian upbringing, but he pulled his black Sedan over to the side of the road and rolled his window down.  
  “Hey, where ya heading?” he asked the drench redhead.  
  She stopped her slow pace and approached the car cautioning.  “I don’t really have any idea.  What about you?”
  “Northern area, about an hour from here.  Want a ride?  Maybe somewhere along the line you can find out where you’re going.”
  “No, I don’t want to be any hassle,” she objected sweetly.
  He unlocked the door and pushed it open as far as he could.  “Come on, please.  You’re no hassle, honestly.  And I’d enjoy the company.  It’s a pretty boring ride alone.”  He flashed her a smile.  
  She smiled back, looked around the otherwise deserted highway, and climbed in the car.  Much to his surprise, she was innocently beautiful.  Her mass of reddish-brown hair was curly, accompanied by seemingly natural blond highlights.  Her eyes, a deep, elephant gray, sat deep within their sockets, surrounded by dark eyelashes.  She was fair skinned, with a scattering of freckles.  
  “Thanks for the ride um…”
  “Kevin.  Kevin Scones,” he introduced, extending his hand.
  She eyed it for a moment, then took it and shook it.  “Kallie.”
  “Do you have a last name?” he asked.
  She shook her head and looked back out the window.  “Nope, just Kallie.”
  He sat there for a moment, and then nodded.  “Alright just Kallie, and you’re very welcome for the ride.  Like I said, it’s a lonely drive and company is always welcomed.”
  “Where are you heading back from at so late?” she inquired, looking at the digital clock.
  “Business conference in Reno.  Ran belatedly.”
  Kallie nodded.  “I’ve heard that guys say they’re going to Vegas for business meetings, and are really going to cheat on their wives.”
  Kevin laughed.  “Well, there’s no wife for me to cheat on, and I’m a lawyer.  I can assure you that I was in Reno for a business trip and cheated on no one.”
  Kallie nodded once again.  “So you’re like, what?  Twenty something?”
  The inquiry led Kevin to laugh once again.  She liked his laugh.  It was wholesome, like that of a father or an uncle that rolls in the grass with the younger generation during a family get-together.  
  “Try thirty something.  But yeah, close,” he answered and smiled.  “What about you?”
  “I’m twenty four,” she stated clearly.  “I was hoping maybe you were twenty something too due to the fact, that…well….”
  “Well, what?”
  “From the looks of it, and the way that you’ve been looking at me, I can see that you want me.  And I could go for a good fuck right about how.  So what do you say about pulling this car over and giving it to me?” she asked, pulling a pair of handcuffs out of her backpack.
  Kevin looked at her, shocked at her sudden bluntness.   “Are you serious?” he asked.
  She grinned, scooted over in the seat, and began unzipping his slacks.  “I am one hundred percent serious.  There’s obviously a reason that you picked me up.  Did you feel sorry for little old me?” she solicited sexily as she reached into his underwear, drawing out his reasonably hard cock.  She was slightly disappointed at the size, but remembering that he was a little older than those she was use to, she put the dissatisfaction aside.  
  “Actually,” he started as he gulped, “I did feel sorry for you.”
  She started stroking his member, the rod gliding between her small hands.  “And do you still feel sorry for me?” she asked as she leaned down and encircled the head of his cock with her tongue.  He felt a ring that he hadn’t noticed before.
  Slowly, he pulled the car over to the side of the road, turned off the lights, and ran his fingers through her matted hair.  Her mouth enveloped his penis, her tongue roaming over the shaft, up and down the bottom and top.  He moaned as she increased her speed; his hips thrusted with her rhythm, as if he were fucking her mouth.  As he neared climax, yet was still, what seemed, years away, she shackled his rough hands to the steering wheel.
  “What are these for?  To make sure I don’t escape?” he joked.
  She kissed his neck gently, like that of a mother to her child.  “You could say that,” she agreed, and then went back to her task at hand, or mouth in this case.  He was dying to cum, she could tell.  Yet she continued to tease his cock with her tongue, his testicles with her hands.  He moaned loudly, irrationally… pornographically almost.  It disgusted her, but he was giving her a ride, and a few more things that he was unaware of at the time, so who was she to complain?  
  “You like how I make you feel don’t you?” she asked, taking a break from her work.
  He nodded, his fingers white knuckled due to his tight grip on the steering wheel.  “I like it a lot.  It’s hard being a single man, ya know?  Masturbation can only go so far.”
  She laughed gently and kissed the head of his cock.  “Well it’s a good thing your business meeting ran late, huh?” she joked.  He nodded again and smiled.  He had a cute smile for an older gentleman.  If the timing wasn’t so perfect, then she might actually feel sorry for him.  Yet, at this point in the game, to feel sorry for anyone would result in a risk that she was defiantly not willing to take.
  “Speaking of business,” she started, climbing into the back seat.  “I have a little business of my own.  You can watch me if you’d like,” she offered.  Kevin looked over his shoulder.  “Only in the mirror.”  He turned his light blue eyes to the mirror.  He could see a faint part of her face, from her eyes up.  She kept constant eye contact with him though, which turned him on a lot more than anything else.  
  Kallie stripped off her nylons and smelt them.  “You should smell how wet you made me Kevin,” she stated huskily.  “So hot, and so wet.  But poor little old you is unable to use his hands right now, huh?” she said in a condescending manner.  “Well, I guess I’ll just have to do it myself,” she said.  In Kevin’s mind, she was playing with her clit, making herself moan louder and louder as the seconds ticked into minutes.  The mere sound of her, the faintest idea of her playing with herself in the back of his car got him off.  He moaned loudly as he came, his hot juices gushing over his swollen member and down into the crotch of his slacks.  
  “Oh god,” she moaned, right as he did.  His eyes shut, his head rested on the seat, and she wrapped her nylons around his neck.  Once, twice, three times, then pulled, tighter, and tighter.  Sure, he struggled for air, but all he could really do was flail about, thrashing his legs, which, in the end didn’t help him much.  He was tranquil within moments.  She sighed and sat back in the seat.  The only sounds consisted of the gentle wind creeping in due to the slightly open car window.
  “Finally,” she mumbled to herself.  She pulled her disinfectant wipes out of her bag and began cleaning everything she had touched, including him.  As she cleaned, she began to chuckle to herself.  Really, she did feel kind of dreadful, since he was so much older than the other the men she was use to.  But, he had admitted that he was a lonely man, so he wasn’t going to have a family to return to.  Other than the age, she felt no other regret or sympathy for her dear friend.
  She crawled back over the seat with her freshly applied rubber gloves and reached into his pockets, searching for his thick, leather wallet.  She flipped it open and snorted.  “Nice to meet you Mr. David Greenston.  38 years old huh?  You, my friend, are defiantly a first over thirty for me.”  She turned on the radio, with a wipe of course, and listened to the broadcast as she freshened up for the long night.
  “I repeat, a Miss Lacey Trents, who may also go by the name of—“
  “Kallie or Dina,” she whispered to herself.
  “Kallie or Dina, is luring men into picking her up.  After performing a range of sexual activities to or with these men, she kills them and robs them.  Miss Trents is approximately 5’6 with red hair.  If you have seen this young lady, or come into contact with her, beware.  She is very dangerous and is wanted by the police.  She was last seen in the Denver area, and her present ware bouts are unknown.”
  Kallie threw the burgundy wig onto David’s lap and adorned her naturally raven shaded hair with a wig of long blond strands.  She kissed Mr. Greenston once more on the cheek, blotting her freshly applied lipstick.  She exited the car with her belongings, and a few hundred extra dollars in her pockets.  She looked around the deserted highway, quiet and at rest under the dark midnight sky.  Hands stuffed tightly into the pockets of her hoodie, she began the long walk.
  It wasn’t until a few hours later did a young man in a pickup truck pull up next to her.  “Hey!” he shouted.  
  She acknowledged him, yet kept walking.  
  “Hey! You!” he repeated.  “C’mon and hop in here cutie.  There’s some crazy killer chick going around.  Wouldn’t wanna fall victim to her now would ya?” he asked.
  She shook her head, checked the road once more, and then climbed into the dingy truck.  “Thanks for the ride, it’s mighty could out there,” she explained in a suddenly accumulated southern accent.
  “No probably sweetie.  Where you headed?” he asked.
  She shrugged and looked out the window.  “Not quite sure.  I recon as far as your headin’.”
  “Well I’m going over to Kentucky.  Ever been there?”
  “No, sir.  I do suppose this may be my first time,” she stated, smiling sweetly.
  “Well, I don’t mind the comp’ny.  It’s a pretty long trip.”